Woorden: Dashboard Confessional. The Swiss Army Romance. Ender Will Save Us All.

It's just like you took contest
Wear it like a label on your breast
Don't you see what this takes of me?

A certain callousness complies
With your charm and in your pride
A hopeful look draped in despise

I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it within me?

It's hard to explain how I am getting by
On so little from you
It's hard to believe that I would let myself
Get so wrapped into you

There's got to be something that would
Be worthwhile for me to give to you
We need a connection but you
Seem to push me far away from you, from you, from you

Harder I push the further I fall
Well, you don't mind me being headstrong
But you don't want to sing along
May be it's trite but I can't always, always, always be wrong

It's just like you took contest
Wear it like a label on your breast
Don't you see what this takes of me?

A certain callousness complies
With your charm and in your pride
A hopeful look draped in despise

I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it within me?

It's hard to explain how I am getting by
On so little from you
It's hard to believe that I would let myself
Get so wrapped into you

There's got to be something that would
Be worthwhile for me to give to you
We need a connection but you
Seem to push me far away from you, from you, from you

Harder I push the further I fall
Well, you don't mind me being headstrong
But you don't want to sing along
May be it's trite but I can't always, always, always be wrong

Be wrong, be wrong
Try not to be, try not to be, try not to be, try not to be wrong